Wednesday, December 27, 2017

My hero..

He held my hand and walked with meWhen I kept those first lil trembling stepsHis grip, firm yet warmReassured me that he is always there besideHe picked me up and held me highAnd showed me the world around

When the school bell rang, and I looked for himHe would appear to take me back homeFrom peddling a cycle to racing a bikeHowever high I fly I would run to him at the end of the dayTo show him all that i had achievedAnd to see that brilliant smileThat told me how proud he was

I was and i will always be my papa's girlieNow when I am 38, he is old yet strongFor even today he held my handHis grip, firm yet warmWhen i walked through the cancer wardBeing my strength and being my shelterHe walked with me all the way